But no matter what you do, it always feels as though you tripped and fell
Friday Morning -- Hook up with my college buddy Larry
Friday Afternoon -- Wedding girl (Myra) picks me up from Larry's house and brings me back to her apartment. We get naked.
Friday Night -- Myra's birthday bash. Drinking, partying, farewells (for her of course). Then back to her place. We get naked.
Saturday -- Last minute wrap-up. Goodbyes to last bit of friends and family. Pack the car. We get naked.
Sunday (early) -- We take off on the god-AWFUL drive across the country.
Wednesday -- Arrive at my place.
The next 6-8 weeks or so -- I have a live in something or other. She looks for a place of her own.
Logically it's a good move. I've been hookin up with only Lisa for the past few months anyway. No complaints there, but she still lives in LA County so we only see each other about 2-3 weekends a month. And then of course during the week nothing's really goin on. Much of that is my own doing though...I haven't been playin the field too much lately. I got comfortable with the attachment-less and hassle-free sex Lisa brought to the table. It was easy.
So in comes Myra. Hot…in every sense of the word --- physically, sexually --- just a hot girl. Loves to cook, give head, and has a libido equal or greater to mine. She more than makes up for what I’d lose in Lisa…but having her live with me, even for a short time, is freakin me the fuck out. I’ve been gettin my George Clooney on for quite some time now – it’s a hard thing to let go of. I’ll be well fucked and fed by a hottie for 8 weeks and if someone presented me with an option to cancel right now, with no one getting hurt and no one’s plans getting shot to shit…
There’s a 60/40 chance I’d take it.
I have serious issues with commitment…even ones involving hottie roommates…
Peace, Love, & Sweaty Sheets,